Someone once said 
I’d never want 
your life well
shit
how do you 
ever follow that 
gee thanks no 
really gee thanks 
it’s not so 
bad but maybe 
from over there 
I’m not pulling 
my hair out 
running around like 
a mad man 
free at last
from the asylum 
so I see
things so what 
so I hear
things so what 
someone has to 
so that the 
rest can go 
about as deaf
and blind as 
the day born 

Sitting and thinking 
letting my mind 
run off leash
brings with it 
such a sense 
it’s almost like 
love except no 
more like lust
desire for understanding 
a thirst craving 
appetite to swim 
in the unknown 
to dive deeper 
and see things 
no one has 
only to climb 
back out crawl 
back let go 
of this my
favorite place my 
happiest happy place 
to deal with 
the insipid march

It’s always the trumpet 
which hangs above somewhere 
near the ceiling up
high and slides slowly 
out of the door 
and then comes back 
like an anxious dog 
waiting for his walk
coming and going and 
coming back reminding me 
that it’s his turn 
the trumpet’s anxious loneliness 
to be free soon
invites and expects me 
to always follow it
on the adventure trail 

I greet him 
early every morning 
with a hand 
and a kiss 
both placed lovingly 
upon where he 
is found sleeping 
sometimes next sometimes
else but oftentimes
where he’s sleeping 
be he dog
be he boy
be he man 
they all receive 
that very same 
thing of morning 

I just feel 
like I’m so
much about everything 
that nobody can 
understand anything and 
that it’s best
to simply disappear 
and let everyone 
carry on about 
their business for 
no one has 
ever asked that
a dam be 
built right here